childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

No. [ said a bit too quickly. ] No, of course I'm not picturing it. [ he totally is. he may be a bit hard. ] But... that might help, yeah, maybe... maybe a bar? There's got to be one around here somewhere.

You can picture it if you want. Though I'm wondering ... are you imagining me riding your cock, or bending you over on a table?

[ childe swallows. ] I... bending you over a table, and bu- burying my dick inside of you.

Go on. Keep telling me what you're picturing.

[ but he will grab his hand so he can tug him toward a bar, just as planned ]

[ hesitates, looking down at him as he’s tugged along. ] You’re so small, I bet… I bet you’d be so tight. I wonder if I’d break you. And I have to wonder if these animal ears and tails are all that I have…

[ fuck, now this talk is getting to him. He's going to get them two water glasses, but will turn them both to firewater after. ]

... No. You have other things that match.

Oh yeah? You would know, huh? [ childe takes his glass of firewater and lifts it up. ] You sure can handle this stuff? [ he scoots closer and presses the glass to scaramouche's lips. ]

Worry for yourself.

[ he'll drink it all in one go, grabbing the glass from childe, and then he'll get a blep ]

I can handle it just fine.

[ tries to grab that tongue of his. ] Well look at you. Color me impressed. [ slides the other glass over to him. ]

[ that wasn't expected. His face goes red immediately, and his mind is certainly going elsewhere ]

... nn.

[ he leans in, removing his fingers, but only to replace it with his mouth and more importantly with his tongue. time for a kiss. ]

[ Well. Is it cheating if it's a memoryless version of his boyfriend. It's still him, so it shouldn't be a problem. But he was so determined to just make sure things would be fine after his memory loss, and as usual when he's with Childe he's ending up being unable to think straight.

He kisses him back with no hesitation, already feeling a little light-headed from the fire-water ]

...you're drunk. [ childe chuckles against his lips, dragging scara into his lap. ] It's cute. Tell me a little more about us. [ hearing it while he's tipsy is going to be even better. ]

I'm — I'm not drunk ... I can handle - I can handle even more ...

[ but he's moving into his lap with no hesitation, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning in to start showering him in small kisses ]

Why should I tell you? I'm still - I'm still mad you forgot. Even though I love you so much ...

[ childe reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of... whatever. it doesn't even matter. it's probably some bottom shelf shit liquor, but it's guaranteed to get him drunk, fast. ] Here. [ he moves off the cap and brings the bottle to his lips. ] I know you're mad at me, and that's why I'm here, trying. I want to remember. Can't BARiTONES implant memories? How about doing that for the time being?

[ Ah ... that's so tempting. Is that cheating? Maybe it is, but he doesn't care. Especially not after he's drinking even more. It takes him a few moments but then he's using his abilities to alter his memories, making up memories of some domestic bliss - not really accurate to reality, because he's too drunk for that, but definitely lovey-dovey moments ]

Want - want to ... go home with you ... be with you ... always.

[ childe is a bit taken by surprise, but a warm feeling floods him the moment scara gives him those memories. his cheeks color pink and he immediately kisses him. ] I want you to come home with me, don't want to be without you, my cute little husband. [ gives him another kiss, drinking in the taste of the liquor. ] Always and forever.

[ He's going to Regret This ]

A--always and forever. Love you - so much, my darling ...

[ he kisses him back, needy and wanting. They're out in public, not even slightly hidden as they usually are, but he's too drunk to care. ]

So beautiful. Aah ... I want - more kisses.

[ childe takes scaramouche's hand, running a finger over the ring. ] And I love you so much. I'll give you anything you want. You know that all you have to do is ask. [ he gives him more kisses... and then even more on top of that. ] What else do you want?

I should ask for your knot and then - and then take your fake memories away in the middle of it. I wonder what your pure self would think.

[ childe grabs a hold of scaramouche's hips, turning himself, so he can pin him against the bar. ] Oh yeah... interested in seeing my reaction? Do you just want to see me blush and stammer and all of that? [ he rocks against him, hoping to show that he's already hard, the last few minutes of back and forth having easily gotten him there. ] It's been a while since you've taken my knot, hasn't it, ... [ and since childe can't control his abilities, don't mind the accidental leaking of horny pheromones. this conversation probably isn't helping... oops. ] At this rate I'm not going to be able to get it inside of you, it'll be too big... [ kisses the corner of his mouth. ] It's already swollen, because I... because I want you.

[ Ah, fuck. He's too hot. He's so hot, and beautiful, and he loves him so much it hurts. There's a soft cry as Childe rocks against him, and he moves his hips to match that, chasing contact and clearly wanting more. He's drunk and now he's high on pheromones, making him want him even more. He's already a desperate mess, his hands moving all over childe, trying to take off his clothes and touch and grope wherever he can ]

You - you just have to shove it in now then. You'll give me your knot, right? I want it - I want it so bad ...

...you look real cute like this. Drunk, flushed, and needy. [ he continues rocking up against him. ] Hah, you want to do this here? What if somebody were to come in and see us? See me fucking you over the bar counter. [ childe grins, his sharp teeth bared. ] They'd certainly know you're mine.

With no prep? I don't think that's a good idea. But, yes, you can have my knot. [ he lifts scaramouche into his arms and brings him behind the bar, bending him over the counter and tugging his pants down and swiftly burying his face in between his ass, tongue poking at prodding at his hole. ]

I - I don't care if they see. I am yours, they should - they should all know. They should see how much I love your cock and that - I'm your cumdumpster.

[ he barely has the time to register what is happening as Childe bends him over the counter, and he immediately moans as he feels his tongue prodding at his hold - the feeling already overwhelming ]

I want more... Ajax—

…hey. [ childe sits back and rests his cheek on scaramouche’s ass, inserting a finger to keep up with the stretch as he talks. ] You’re not a cumdumpster. You’re my husband [ he adds another finger and starts scissoring him. ] and I love you… and seeing you squirm is especially nice. Mm, you’ll have more soon. I just want to make sure I’m going to be able to fit. You’re so tight, Ptichka.

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